423 br br The Months have ends—the Years—a knot— br No Power can untie br To stretch a little further br A Skein of Misery— br br The Earth lays back these tired lives br In her mysterious Drawers— br Too tenderly, that any doubt br An ultimate Repose— br br The manner of the Children— br Who weary of the Day— br Themself—the noisy Plaything br They cannot put away—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br